28.7.09

Why must one choose, when the choice isn't theirs to make?

I'm in an ever constant mood of changing ideas. To me the only constant thing I have (internally) is conflicting decisions on what to do next in my life.

To me the conflict is not what to do, as much as it is what to do next. The most difficult thing to me is deciding what the priority for now is.

Being intelligent is oft times a curse as much as it is a gift. Not to say I would rather be unintelligent, however it's very frustrating to have all these goals and not only the know how to do them and complete them but also the motivation.

What is the problem, you ask dear reader?

One, Single word.

Focus.

In my rush to develop new ideas, new goals, new projects.
I seem to forget that in order to actually get somewhere in this world,life,existence- I must be able to decide which to do now, and which to do later. Which is seemingly impossible for me to even imagine being able to do.

Possible Career Paths:
Photography
Exploring/Guide
Military
Political Science
Journalism
Music
[many more]
How does one pick one thing?
Could you tell me please?
I'll take your picture.
If you like.
Or Not.

I don't really know how to choose
I've never been the really decisive one.
Then again, I never really cared.

1 comment:

  1. wishingyouwell29/7/09 19:44

    Ah, my friend, I find you have also discovered a failing of my own... the inability to decide. Why should we? The world plants all of these delicioius fruits in front of me, yet makes me choose to pick only the few? nonsense. I'll tell you the choice i've decided to make, perhaps it will help you on your path.

    Do what I can, when I can, focus is not an issue.

    But then again, this brings a timeline to light, of when, where, how, that is answered:

    when? when i can, as sometimes there are things that I will not be able to do later

    where? wherever necessary, as I, unlike you, have the benefit of being distant, and only to myself. I can go wherever without distract or ties, it is a nice feeling, yet a lonely one.

    how? nothing is done without reason or rhyme, and everything can be done in time.

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